Sin Studies E7 | My religious friend got us two fleshlights. One for me and one for him. (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Sitting beside Brandon in church after all we've done together during the road trip is… it's weird. Now that we're back home, he's not wearing his chain anymore and his shirt is buttoned up all the way once again. 

From the way he nods at every word of the sermon, you wouldn't guess that he's actually just a horny fucker that wants to put his dick in everything. 

You have to look carefully, like when he places his hand a little too high on his girlfriend's thigh. Or when his eyes linger on the pretty women 5 years older than we are. 

Or you have to be me, I guess, and have seen him edge himself in a fleshlight. Or have had his dick in your hand like I have, and know how big and hard he gets. Or know that when he's horny enough, he's willing to suck dick to get a handjob. 

“Come to my place after he's done yapping,” Brandon whispers in my ear. “We have to train.” 

Our last experience with sharing a fleshlight was intense. I think that was the hardest I ever came, except maybe the first time ever I jizzed. Still, shooting inside a tight, wet, and welcoming hole tops most of my other experiences. Not that I have a lot to compare to. You know, purity ring.

Brandon says that our endurance is lousy. He says that he needs to tongue his girl for at least 10 minutes before she cums, so we need to last at least that long in the fleshlight for when we lose our virginity. That's what he means by training. He wants us to set a timer and fuck the fleshlight together. 

I don't have any toys at home. I would be too worried about somebody finding it. That being said, I'm still a 20 year old man and a virgin at that. The thought of sliding my cock in a slippery sleeve again? It made my church pants a lot more uncomfortable. 

After church, Brandon motioned to me silently with his head to follow him, and we slipped out of the crowd while everyone was still chatting. We walked briskly to his place, and didn't say a word until the door closed. 

“I hate this fucking shirt,” Brandon says as he unbuttons it while simultaneously taking off his shoes. “I look like a dweeb.” I self-consciously unbutton my top button as well. It's not the sexist look but it's one that's approved by our community. 

His undressing didn't stop there. Once his shoes were off, his shirt was just hanging off his shoulders. Then, he pulled down his beige pants and slipped off his shirt to put in the same pile. Following his lead, I took my clothes off too and followed him in my boxers to his bedroom. 

I have to admit I was getting excited about what was about to happen. I was about to get my dick wet again, which I've never done with my girlfriend. 

Actually, now that I think about it, every time I've had something warm around my dick was with Brandon. 

“I was thinking,” he said as he opens his closet, “we’re never gonna get better endurance if we take turns. That's not how it's gonna be in real life. So I got another one.” He turns around with a fleshlight in each hand. 

And a bulge in the front of his boxers. I think he's excited too. 

“Clear or black?” Brandon brandishes one towards me and then another. I take the clear one, which is the one we've used before. “Dude, why are you so hard already?” He points at the tent in my underwear. “Well, I get it.” He touches his own bulge.

Feeling like there's not much to hide and being excited to get started on top of that, I pull down my boxers and step out of them. Brandon does the same thing and his semi-boner flops around as he kicks his underwear to the side. 

“I saw this in a video,” he says as he puts the toy down on his bed and lifts the mattress off the frame. 

“I've seen the same video, I think,” I say as I grab his fleshlight and put both toys between the mattress and the bed frame. Brandon puts the mattress back in place and leaves only the opening of the toys visible. 

“Some lube for me….” He squeezes some on his long cock. “...and some for you.” He reaches over and the cold liquid on my shaft sends a little tingle up my body. “You do the timer. My hand is sticky.” 

“10 minutes?” I ask as I pull up the app. My other hand rubs the lube into my tense shaft. 

“That's setting ourselves up for disappointment. Do 5 minutes again, but this time we have no pauses.” 

“Alright.” I set the timer and put it on the bed. 

“3…2…” Brandon counts us in. 

One. 

Actual fucking bliss when my cock slides into the fleshlight. I hope this is the heaven they keep preaching at us. Fleshlights for everybody. 

“Take it slow,” Brandon mutters. I think he might be talking to himself. I do long strokes, warming up my hips after sitting for so long in church. I keep my eyes closed, so I can focus on the feeling. 

Still, the way my friend sighs in pleasure beside me is incredibly erotic. Plus, the squishy sound of his dick exploring the moist entrance makes it easy to imagine what's happening. 

“Fuck, this is good.” 

“Yeah,” I say. I honestly can't do more than slow pumps, or I’ll be getting into a dangerous zone. 

“What are you thinking of?” Brandon says with another little sigh. “All I can think of is fucking Clara's sweet pussy.” 

The way he's talking is perfect to edge to. Clara's a pretty girl, and I think she has nicer tits than my girlfriend. I let my imagination wander to my dick sliding between her boobs. 

“Is she a good sucker?” I ask. 

“The toy is better. And I'm better too,” Brandon says with a laugh. I open my eyes and see his eyes sparkle back at me. 

“You were pretty good,” I say as I go for deep pumps in the toy. 

“Pretty good? You came in 3 pumps flat.” In contrast with me, Brandon picks up speed, vibrating the bed with his thrusts. “Wait, shut up. Fuck… fuck….” He closes his eyes and he smiles big as he pumps. 

Creak!

Creak! 

Creak!

I take my cock out completely and just admire my friend's athletic posture. I don't think I look nearly as good when I do it, and I think it's cause I don't have as much meat on my bones. 

Creak!

Creak! 

Creak!

Creak!

His mouth alternates from an O shape to a big smile. I'm not sure what he's thinking about, but it looks like a good memory from the look on his face. 

Creak!

Creak! 

“Oh yes…” Brandon finishes riding the wave and initiates slower and deeper thrusts. “What's the time?” 

“3 minutes left,” I say. He opens his eyes and looks at me. 

“Hey! No breaks! That's cheating.” 

“Sorry,” I say with a chuckle and put my rock-hard dick back in the sleeve. 

“Nuh uh. Penalty. 1 minute on your own and you gotta fuck.”